Chapter 144: Master, I like you

Mo Ran catches a piece of paper from the large sea bowl and unfolds it flat.

He was first relieved, then a little nervous, to see the paper.

"What is it," the village chief asked.

Mo Ran showed him the paper, and the mayor looked at it and said, "Haha, it's lucky that Mo Ran doesn't have any sisters or brothers with him, otherwise he would have offended someone."

Chu Wanning, who was already curious about what Mo Ran had caught, was even more curious when he heard the village chief say so, staring at the slip of paper as if to make a hole in it.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "But the mayor, you see what's written on this piece of paper, it should be against the rules, everyone else is saying one question, but he's asking me three."

"Your Mightiness was right on the money and got this one." The mayor said, "If Your Mightiness is not satisfied, then throw it away and catch it again."

I'm not sure if I'm going to get the "long-legged woman or the thin-waisted woman" thing again," Mo Ran laughed, "never mind.

He handed the paper back to the mayor and said, "I've drawn, to tell you about my three favourite people in my life."

Chu Wanning :""

Ling came back with red eyes, but she did not move forward, for fear that people might see that she had just cried, and sat at the outer edge of the fire pit, so that Mo Ran did not see her either.

In fact Mo Ran didn't look at anyone after he said the question, he felt uncomfortable looking at anyone with such an overly personal question and couldn't say anything, so he simply stared into the fire.

The campfire flickered in his black eyes, reflecting the light and darkness of his handsome face, and he looked into the flames for a long time, then said.

"So let's start with me Mother."

"My Mother left earlier and I don't really remember her face, I just remember that when she was around I always had something to eat and slept well." Mo Ran said, "So if I had to say three people, she would be one of them."

The Mayor nodded: "A lick of love, well, one for Your Mightiness."

"The second one, my brother, who treated me with gentleness and was more than a brother, though he was not related by blood."

Chu Wanning was expecting this answer, so there was no big ripple on his face or in his heart. It was obvious that Mo Ran liked Shi Mingjing, something he had already heard himself at Jin Chengchi, and it did not surprise him.

Just looking at the man in the light of the night fire, he has a hard, cut and sharpened profile, extremely handsome and a little stubborn at heart. Mo Ran's eyes were dark and bright, extremely luminous, like a lamp that would never go out unless it ran out of oil.

A person with such eyes is destined to be extremely stubborn.

Chu Wanning is obsessed with such stubbornness, but unfortunately, it is not his.

Mo Ran said such and such good things about Shi Mingjing, but Chu Wanning didn't listen. He felt that the evening breeze was a bit cold, so he poured himself a hot tea, held it in his palm and sipped it slowly.

The tea warmed his throat all the way down to his stomach, warming his flesh and blood, softening even his heart.

He poured another glass in silence and was about to drink again when he heard Mo Ran finish speaking about Shi Mingjing and then pause and say something like

"There is another person, the third one to speak of, who is my master."

"Chu Wanning choked on his tea as if he had been scalded, coughing repeatedly, his face flushed red as he buried his head to wipe the water stains without looking up at Mo Ran.

The man who is emotionally humble is used to being pulled up from the ground, and he will only panic over his dusty body and want to hide back in the shadows once more, huddle and hide.

But Mo Ran clearly had no intention of giving him the chance to escape.

Chu Wanning is so boring that if you let him go, he will always give you a backward glance and a back of the head. He looks fiery, he looks fierce, and the purple lightning and frost between his eyebrows are vaguely thunderous, but Mo Ran knows clearly that this is nothing more than a finely polished human mask.

He had seen the gentle human soul of Chu Wanning, so pitiful, so helpless in the steaming mist of Mengpo Court.

He doesn't want Chu Wanning to trash himself any more than he already has.

Chu Wanning could no longer wear that hideous masquerade, and if the self-respecting sicko wouldn't take it off, well, he held out his hand for him.

The tea has only been spilled a little and has long since been wiped clean, but Chu Wanning is still wiping the dried water marks over and over again.

He was so used to cocooning himself that he didn't look up.

Gradually it felt quiet all around, a little eerie in its stillness, and then there were small children sniggering and laughing, as if their voices were low, but anyone could hear them.

"Mother, Chu Wanning is so silly."

Mother was busy covering her child's mouth, "Shhh."

But Chu Wanning heard it anyway.

stupid

No, Yu Heng has never been a fool in his life, he is arrogant and sharp, he is fierce and cold, he is

"Master, if you keep rubbing, you'll just have to rub a hole in the table for you."

Black cloth boots came up to his desk, close enough to be almost offensive, before they stopped. Chu Wanning saw a dark shadow looming down over him, mountainous, weighing him down, weighing him down almost breathlessly, crushing him with a little humiliation and a little irritation.

He was suddenly a little indignant, angry with himself for his sudden weakness.

So he dropped his handkerchief and looked up sharply, full of provocation, with a pair of wanton phoenix eyes containing anger, glaring at Mo Ran, the sword drawn in the end.

And almost at the same moment, Mo Ran said, not without respect, not without gentleness

"Master, you pay attention to me."

Only Chu Wanning knows that he didn't raise his head because Mo Ran said, "You pay attention to me," it just happened.

But what's the point?

Apart from him, Mo Ran and the people around him, all felt that it was because of this plea that Chu Wanning had quickly agreed to be his pupil.

Rapid.

There is nothing more humiliating and disgraceful than these two words.

Chu Wanning's face is like ice, but his eyes are burning with fire.

But all he met was Mo Ran's soft, warm gaze, which, like boundless spring water, easily wrapped around his anger, his sharp teeth.

Mo Ran said, "Master, the third answer is you."

Chu Wanning had no place to vent his irritation and became expressionless: "Hmm."

He showed real calmness and indifference.

He is a master of the world, Chu Wanning applauds himself for his calmness and grace.

But Mo Ran looked at him with amusement.

Master Chu," thought Mo, "I'm afraid he's not a little fool.

Chu Wanning, unaware that he had barred his pupil's heart with the sign of a little fool, became more and more aloof and arrogant because he was nervous.

He said, "So what did you come over here to do?"

The smile on Mo Ran's face froze for a moment.

Mo Ran wants to do everything.

But he can't do anything about it.

He loves Chu Wanning and finds out too late that she is too far away to be pursued, not to mention that he has spent two lifetimes chasing Shi Mei's footsteps, and suddenly he is told that he has fallen in love with the wrong person and asked to turn back.

If only he had understood his heart at the beginning of his rebirth, perhaps it would have been too late.

By now, this "discovery" has only added to the torment.

In his previous life, Chu Wanning had been subjected to so much physical torture that he was used to seeing sex as the most violent form of torture for this proud man.

In fact, in Mo Ran's mind, Chu Wanning has always been a fairy-like figure, who does not eat the earthly world, let alone have love and lust.

There are a million ways to ruin Chu Wanning's intimacy.

But, be good to Chu Wanning.

He couldn't think of too many.

Suddenly he became so stupid that he only knew that he should distance himself from his master, hold him up to the altar of God, and welcome him on his knees below.

This "like" actually contains a hot and hidden desire for love.

But Mo Ran couldn't let Chu Wanning know that he was in love with him, so he had to restrain himself and disguise his love for him in the form of "mentorship" before presenting it to Chu Wanning with respect and dignity.

Mo Ran then replied, "Just wanted to let the Master know."

"" Chu Wanning looked at him quietly.

Mo Ran says: "Just, couldn't help but let everyone know"

"Know what?"

Mo Ran smiled, his dark eyes very bright, their flame so burning that it hid the dark currents of lust beneath.

"Know that I'm lucky." He said with a smile, "worshipped the best, best, best master in the world."

He used three best, very clumsy, very hard expressions.

It has the ruggedness of Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning looked at him with a lofty look, only his eyelashes twitching.

Mo Ran took a deep breath, not knowing where she got the courage to do so, but she felt that if she missed this time, she would never be able to express herself like this again in her life.

He suddenly knelt halfway down, trying to be level with Chu Wanning, who was sitting in front of the case, but unfortunately he was still too tall to kneel like that, still looking down at his master.

He couldn't care less, he felt his heart beating so fast and his blood flowing so fast.

"Master."

"" Chu Wanning suddenly felt something was wrong.

The man's eyes were so anxious that they forced him to lean back.

But in the end, it was a sharp arrow through the heart.

"I like you."

He had no way to escape, and the plum deer leaping through the woods was stabbed in the leg and foot by the hunter's arrowhead, and fell in a heap. Chu Wanning looked at him in disbelief, his mind was blown and he could hear and see nothing else

Love how subtle and vague the word is.

It is not as straightforward and naked as "love", which can burn someone's heart as soon as it is uttered. It has many ways of understanding, giving many smitten men and women the opportunity to express their feelings in a calm manner and let out the overflowing love in their hearts.

Mo Ran thought silently: I like you, but I won't disturb you, I won't force you, you think I like you, but I like you as a teacher and a pupil, that would be a pity for me, but it would be better for you.

Chu Wanning, on the other hand, silently thought: You say you like me because of pity, because of the love of teaching and saving your life, this is not the kind of fondness I want, but I have done all I can in return for your goodwill nowadays, and I no longer have the strength or the leverage to exchange for more of your affection. It is enough to receive a word of recognition and a fondness from you for me as your master. I no longer ask for it.

Neither of them said more to each other, and those watching around them only complimented them on their master and disciple relationship.

Only Ling, in the corner, had a vague feeling that something was not right, and she looked at Mo Ran's handsome face, which held a desire too deeply repressed, a passion that struck her as odd.

But after all, she was a simple person who grew up in a small village and had never even heard of the goodness of dragon and yang, so she only found it strange, but what was strange she could not say.

There are always some people in this world who are heartless and unscrupulous when they don't like it, who can walk sideways and who are not afraid of the sky Old Wang Zi coming.

But once they fall in love, they are on fire, their hearts are hot and their eyes are red, and they are always longing for their inner love to be discovered by the other person, wanting to sink into the sea of lust with each other, and it is hard to part with them.

But if the other party is really going to find out, they are afraid, scared, afraid that the other party does not like them, afraid of being rejected, afraid of this and that, not to mention the sky Old Wang Zi, this time even a cicada on the tree chirping twice, something that is not related, they will be anxiously thinking, "Oh God, the cicada on the tree is chirping, it really kills me, so does he not like me?

The haziest love is often the one where you guess and I guess, and you hide and I hide, and you can smell the pervasive stench of acid from two miles away.

Mo Weiyu was a Fairy Tramper in a previous life and an Ink Tramper in this one.

Infamous and wise for a lifetime.

He had been the most evil ghost, and now he had become the most good, but this sour stench had not escaped him in the end.

Chu Wanning?

The guy is always the fish in the net, and the slightest movement in love can give him a headache and tangle him up.

But he was still trying to save face and said with a grunt, "What is there to talk about such a sour and crummy matter?

It's really personal.